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Qalb-e-Qari

Book name:

What's the detective's name?

Write-up:

Fathima's POV:

After these months, I am still broken. I just can't forget my mom's...𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ and Shahid was also broken. I was too weak to handle him and handle... me. I didn't have the chance to see her death body, I  couldn't feel her last breath. But,I think  she is in peace. She knows that her husband isn't a drug addict and the taunts she got are now nothing but the culpability of the people. 

I am so grateful to him for handling Shahid's feelings. I can still remember Shahid's face, the helplessness of mine. I can still remember how he helped him, helped us. But this is not just the gratefulness in my heart, it's something different which I don't want to accept. It's wrong. I shouldn't feel like this. But, I am again with him in this case.

I close my eyes and lean my head in the seat and his concerned voice comes, "Are you okay?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"'Cause you snatched the case file and you didn't even see a word there and now you're going to sleep."

"First, I didn't snatch the file, second, I saw two words there and third I am not going to sleep."

"Oh! So you saw two words. Ya Allah two words more than one and half."

He replies with sarcasm.

"I am checking it now."

I roll my eyes and start to check the file.

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Fahad's POV:

We reach the location and the house is in front of us. In the case file, there is written, this is their new house. Their parents went abroad. So, now here lives the girl Sofie and her brother.

We reach at the door and ring the green bell which they told us to ring. A girl seems 17 open the door.

Before we can give our introduction, she almost screams,"Oh my God! You two are detective nah? I have never seen any detective. Woooww!" She looks at us like we are some kind of wizard and witch from Harry Potter.

Fathima smiles awkwardly and says, "We are here to investigate Ms.?"

"You can call me Merve.Come inside."

We enter the house and I say, "Are you some friend of Ms.Sofie?"

"Oh I'm their cousin. I came here yesterday."

She says pointing Fathima,"Is this your girlfriend or wife?"

Fathima's cheeks flushes and she immediately replies, "I am also a detective and he is my colleague and who brings one's girlfriend or wife at works?"

Merve replies,"I'm sorry. Actually 

a mechanic came here and he brought his kid here. So I just thought that he brought his...you know. By the way you two look so pretty together. You should date I think."

Is she a mad? I turn at Fathima and see her horror struck face.

I reply hesitantly, "We should start our investigation. Please call Ms.

Sofie."

"Okay!!!,"saying this she vanishes inside.

Fathima looks more pale. What took her?

Should I ask her?

No.

But I want to ask.

Before I can finish my thoughts, Merve comes with a girl seems like Merve's age. She sits in front of us and Fathima says, "Hello. Are you Ms. Sofie?"

That girl nods.

I say, "Ms. Sofie, will you tell us about the happenings?"

She replies in a slow voice,"Yes. There's something horrible. Someone rings the bell of 2nd floor at late night. But the man never rings the bell here. Someone everyday changes the time of clock. And someone keeps threat notes here and there like the man will kill me, hurt me and all. I can't sleep at night. We tried some plans to catch the man, but never got the man."

Fathima says," You and your brother tried?" 

She nods.

I say,"Where's he?"

"He is not at home today. He is in his friend's place. That's why I came here," Merve replies.

"Okay. So we will come here tomorrow and talk to you and your brother together," I say.

"No, we can just talk to her today and will talk to her brother tommorow. 'cause we want to finish the case as soon as possible,"Fathima protests.

I turn to Fathima but she doesn't tell anything and turns to Sofie.

Why does she want to finish it? 

She doesn't want to work with you.

No. She may be wants to get promotion by finishing it soon?

Don't you know why does she look pale? 'Cause she doesn't want to work with you. You forced her to work with you.

I didn't force her. She also agreed.

She doesn't like you.

No. It's not like that.

So it's like what?

"Mr.Fahad. Are you listening?" Fathima's voice hit me.

"Yes," I replies hesitantly.

"Is there anything you need to ask?"

"No?"

"Are you asking me?"

"I mean no." Saying this I get up and leave.

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Fathima's POV:

Hufff....Why did he leave me alone?We went there together nah? Then why did he leave me alone. But why am I thinking about him? I have to stop this. Just stop this.

I reach DDUK. The reciptionist tell me to go to Author's room. 

As I enter the author's room, I see Fahad and some authors there. An author says,"Congratulations, Ms. Fathima. We are so glad that the case is solved in two days. We didn't expect this."

My eyes widen in shock as I say,"What? We solved the case?"

The authors look perplexed and Fahad immediately replies, "Yes. Ms.Fathima. We solved the case." Then he turns towards the authors and says,"I want to talk to Ms.Fathima for a while. Can I take her outside?"

"Sure." 

Fahad gestures me to follow him and I do.

We silently leave from DDUK department and Fahad starts to walk ahead. I follow him.

Enough! Why am I following him silently. We have to talk nah?

"Fahad! Will you tell me what's happening?"

He looks at me emotionlessly and says, "Yeah. The case is solved."

"And who solved it?"

"Me."

"You alone?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"It was simple. You wanted to finish the case as soon as possible nah?"

"Are you mad? How did you solve the case."

"It was her brother.He was a psychopath. He was doing everything. He was colorblind. That's why he always rang the 2nd floor's red bell. He didn't recognize the green bell for his side effect. I went there early in the morning and he was also coming and he was drunk. Then I knew  that his colorblindness was for chronic alcoholism. I got to know that later when I caught him and I did the investigation  of their neighbors  yesterday. Her brother locked his room and went for drinking. He came home at late nights and instead of green bell, he rang red one thinking it was 1st floor's. Then when his sister told him that it was 2nd floor's and she got scared of it, he started ringing the 2nd floor's. He put the threat notes and changed the time 

to scare her. He wanted to kill her. He became a psychopath for his 

frustration. Their parents always loved Sofie more than him. That's why he became frustrated and become a psycho. When I was suspecting him for his drunken self, abnormal behaviour and never hearing any bell ring , He bursted out with anger and started threatening his sister. Then from him we knew one of his friend, he told us  about all this. I and Flix investigate his friend."

I stood there for a while,...speechless.

"Why did you solve this alone?"

"You wanted to solve the case soon. So, I solved it soon. It's okay. I didn't take the credit alone."

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒? 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑢𝑠?

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"What do you want to prove by telling this?" Fathima yells at Fahad.

That I can fulfill your every wish,love.

Fahad control his tears and turns his head opposite side and say, "What do you want Fathima? This doesn't satisfy you?"

She yells again,"What do you think of you? Why did you do this?"

"For you," saying this Fahad breaks into sob.

Fathima hesitantly says,"Fa..had?"

He mumbles,"hmm."

"I didn't understand."

"Why don't you understand?"

"What?"

"That-....What do you want Fathima?"

"I don't know. But I can't do this. I really can't. We should stay away."

"Why?"

"Because. It's wrong. It's Haram. We shouldn't feel like this."

Fahad clenches his jaw. "Okay. I will not talk to you if you want. I will stay away." Saying this he starts to leave.

"Fahaad. What do you want?"

"It doesn't matter."

"No, tell me."

"You."

"Yeah, me. Tell me."

"I told."

"When?"

"Are you stupid Fathima?"

"I think it's your influence."

"I want 'you'."

"You want 'you'?"

"Yeah.I want you."

Realization hit her and she says,"Oh. you want me," saying this she blushes.

"Okay," Fathima says.

"Okay."

"So?" Fahad asks.

"So?"

Let it be like a mystery.

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Momina_wp

Book name:

What's the detective's name?

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She was tapping her feet on the ground continuously and her grip on the newspaper she was holding, was a bit abnormal. She raked her anxious eyes throughout the small cafe before fixing them back on the headlines which said.

"STILL MISSING"

She sighed looking at the photograph with the name Jade Thomas printed below it. The seven years old girl was beaming a smile towards the camera. Fathima closed that page and huffed in disdain. 

She removed her eyes from the newspaper placing two fingers between her neck and the soft fabric of her hijab which was tucked in at that place. The next moment her eyes caught a tall figure walking in.

It was a man dressed in a long black overcoat with a large black hat that was awkwardly covering half of his face. His eyes were invisible to her sight but she could easily guess how he had secretly inquired the ambience before finally moving towards the counter.

"You saw him?" Her phone beeped.

Fathima got up from her chair abruptly and walked to the counter. She halted just beside that man who was now giving his order.

"Garlic bread with white bean soup."

His voice was extraordinarily thick and she felt disgusted at the sound of it. The grimace on her face was soon replaced by a panicked expression as the man craned his neck towards her. Probably because of her continuos gaze on him.

"Excuse me" She didn't waste a second and turned her head towards the man standing at the counter to take the orders. "it had been a while since I have placed my order. I am running out of time. Would you please make it soon." 

"Just five more minutes ma'am. It will be on your table right away." 

"Alright, Thank you." She told him before turning back. In that short span she managed to take a look on the other man's face. The one with a weird hat. She held back a gasp before  getting back to her table. He did have a mole on his chin.

A few minutes passed with her being lost in some thoughts and she could realise it only when she found a boy placing a cappuccino on the table. She nodded her head thanking him after which her eyes landed on the man once more.

He was now munching on his dish unaware of her eyes on him. She focused back on her coffee not taking the risk to give him any doubts regarding her presence. 

Her ears were straight and she kept secretly looking at him every now and then for the entire time they took to finish their food. Her heart came to her throat as she saw him paying the bill. She immediately grabbed her phone and typed a text.

"He's leaving."

She looked back at him and her eyes followed his movements until he was finally out of the restaurant gait. She released a breath and got up from there. Paying the bill in a hurry she left the place too. 

••

"He's leaving"

Fahad kept his cell phone back in the pocket of his coat and grasp the steering wheel. He acknowledged the tall men who came out of the restaurant after a while and got into his car.

Fahad pressed the accelerator with one of his feet and his beloved Range rover began chasing the grey benz. He had been waiting for that man to make his next move with his car was parked a little away from the restaurant. 

They passed a number of streets before the benz finally came to a halt. All this while Fahad had made sure that the man didn't notice him following his vehicle throughout the way.

The front door of the car opened and the man stepped out. Twisting his head left and right like a criminal does. Fahad was patienly waiting for the man to go ahead without acknowledging his presence. He had stopped a little before the designation.

The man finally walked into that old looking building which had a crimson paint on it with a number of bricks peeping out of the already dead plaster coating. It was now Fahad's turn to get out of his vehicle as he made his way into the same building.

Stairs after stairs. The man seemed to be fond of height. Just what was the need to live at the freaking fifth floor. All thanks to the jammed lift. He evened his breath while seeing the man getting lost behind one of the doors lined there.

He slid one of his hands into his pocket and pulled a key out of it.

"Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim" He mumbled sticking the key into the door lock. A wide grin appeared on his handsome face seeing the door opening with a creek. The master key worked.

"Alhamdulillah." He mumbled again and moved in suffocating the noise his steps could make. The apartment was small but fine to live. To his surprise the man wasn't seen anywhere.

Because of the silent atmosphere he could clearly hear the sound of running water and came to the conclusion. That orangutan was taking a bath. 

Taking advantage of the situation he quickly started making his inquiries. There were only two rooms excluding the living room where the apartment opens. Apart from that there was a small kitchen. 

One of the rooms belonged to the culprit while the other one seemed empty. He decided to go through it first. As he began checking on the stuff there, a muffled voice rang in his ears.

"Mmm"

He snapped his head towards the wardrobe. Another sound was heard. This time with a little larger frequency. He tip toed to its door with one of his hands gripping on his revolver as he slowly opened it.

His eyes turned wide seeing what was in it. A seven year old girl with a hanky tied over her mouth was seated on the floor. Her hands and legs were tied as well and her face was stained with dry tears. 

She must have heard the sounds he made during his investigation before she made those noises. Fahad immediately freed her from the ropes. Seeing the child in that situation was like someone had fisted his heart in their palm.

"Are you okay child?" He asked taking her face into his palm but before she could answer a third voice rang behind his back.

"So you finally got her? hmm" The same man was standing at the door with a crooked smile on his face. Fahad immediately reached for his revolver but froze at his next move.

"Dare you touch that gun or I'll shoot her." The man had already pointed his gun in the girl's direction. Fahad didn't want to take risk so he obeyed.

"Very well. Now both of you get up from there and do as I say." The man snickered.

••

He felt so helpless seated on the sofa beside that little girl who was looking at him with hope. His gun was taken by that orangutan and there was nothing he could do to help that poor soul and himself. 

"What did you think ? It was a piece of cake to catch me? Hmm. Little detective?" The man laughed disgustingly and sat in front of them. His gun still in his hands.

Fahad felt his blood boiling under his skin. Only if the man didn't target the girl, he would have told him what he was capable of. And secondly, he wasn't little. Just that he was a bit young and handsome.

"Now what should I do with the two of you. hmm?" The man said, cleaning his gun with a piece of cloth. Fahad clenched his jaws but before he could say something the door bang opened.

"Just shut that stinking mouth of yours." One of the officers said pointing their gun on the man and before the man could make a move Fahad grabbed his revolver from behind.

"Good job Fathima." He beamed at the girl who stood behind the officers and reciprocated the gesture. The man's eyes turned wide seeing the same girl from the restaurant. 

So they have been following them since long and she was allied with this  young boy. Two loathsome little detective's.  He gritted his teeth in anger whilst his hands was caged in the handcuffs. 

 It was there backup. Whenever one of them was invading the enemies territory the other was ready with a troop following them.

They keep an already typed code and press the send button when caught in some trouble. Just like Fahad did when he was reaching for his gun to hand it to the man. 

He slowly opened the phone lock with his thumbprint and tapped the send button. It was a matter of seconds.And why didn't they catch the man before. We'll how could they reach the girl then?

••

"Mr and Mrs Fahad. Congratulations to both of you. You've succeed in another mission and DDUK is proud of you." The detective couple exchanged a smile. Just before a while the Mr and Mrs Thomas had thanked them in an extraordinary manner and it was Mr. Gateson.

"Alhamdulillah sir. Its our duty." Fahad told him and Mr. Gateson smiled.

"Shall we leave now sir?" Fathima asked. Her heart was content. With Allah's grace they had solved another mystery together. 

"Sure. See you soon." Mr. Gateson beamed at them and they made their way out having hand in hand with affection. They exchanged another smile hearing Mr. Gateson's last words.

"On another mission."